After years of navigating the most treacherous corners of the world, Hermione Granger's unexpected return to England sends ripples through the wizarding community. Her reasons for returning are as enigmatic as the new scars and tattoos that adorn her. On the other side, Bellatrix Black, once the most feared witch, now lives a life of fragile redemption under her sister's gaze, haunted by ghosts of her past. When fate pulls the two women together, old wounds are reopened, but so is an unexpected connection, a dangerous allure. They find themselves drawn to each other with each whispered secret and stolen glance. But can love truly find its way in the shadows of their pasts?
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Obtorto Collo - Extract ch. 1
⟼“Professor Black told me to give you this.”
Cutting straight to the point is the best way to tackle a problem, her father used to say. Just like ripping a band-aid.
The witch at the other side of the table glances at the black card firmly held in Hermione’s fingers. A sigh escapes her lips at the realization of what her student is offering.
Eventually, the teacher collects it but much to Hermione’s chagrin, she doesn’t immediately look at the silver lines that appear on it as soon as McGonagall’s fingers scrape the edges of the card.
“What is this for?”
“I…” Hermione tries, but stops as her brain fails to provide a proper answer.
She what? Almost arrived late to Professor Black’s classroom? Successfully stopped the Professor’s Augurey skeleton from smashing on the ground? Didn’t manage to defend herself against a devious jinx?
The only real explanation is, because I’m a muggle-born, Hermione thinks. Yet, that’s old news, nothing McGonagall needs to be reminded about.
“I find that when uncertain of where to start telling a story, the beginning works wonders.”
A tight-lipped smile encourages Hermione.
The girl knows she won’t get much more from her Head of House, therefore she does as instructed.
She starts with how she and Ron were already running almost late, and then proceeds to tell McGonagall about how she got caught in a silly fight with the usual group of Slytherins. She doesn’t fail to mention how Professor Black hadn’t allowed her to see Madam Pomfrey until the active part of the lesson started – of course, Black couldn’t risk to have a muggle-born like Hermione actually learning something.
Professor McGonagall takes a deep inhale of air, her expression unreadable. Then she downs her gaze on the black card, and her eyebrows twitch.
Not a good sign, Hermione notes.
“Have a cup of tea, Granger.”
“Professor…”
“Have it. It’s as much comfort I can grant you.”
Hermione purses her lips, her appetite long lost for the happenings of the day.
“I... Thank you, but I’m not hungry.”
The look the Gryffindor Professor gives her seems to pierce directly into her soul.
“You must learn to pick your battles, Miss Granger.” McGonagall tells her, taking off her glasses. “I won’t school you about how, sometimes, the same behaviours are punished differently in our world.”
“Or at all,” Hermione says before she can stop herself. She knows Professor McGonagall has a soft spot for her, but she also knows the witch doesn’t want her to slip out on certain topics – those that can get her in trouble, even during private conversations.
“Sorry.”
“You have very little to be sorry about, child. Yet I reckon you know best then to engage in ‘silly businesses’, as you earlier put it.”
“But I merely defended myself.” Hermione protests, allowing herself to show her exhasperation. “Poorly, also, considering how Bulstrode managed to get me all the same.”
For a fraction of a second, McGonagall’s lips part with a loud click, as if the woman is about to start an invective, but no other sound comes.
Hermione likes to believe the witch was about to defend her, saying something along the lines of that’s not entirely your fault either, child, even if she knows her Head of House would never openly spite a colleague in their absence.
“As for that, I’ll have a chat with… Professor Black.” At least, McGonagall doesn’t bother masking her disgust at the word professor.
Hermione’s enthusiastic nod is shortly cut off by the witch’s next words.
“Whom you will be seeing…” Her hand lifts the black card closer to her eyes. “Every night for the week. At nine sharp. In her office.”
Each sentence is like a dagger to her heart. Part of Hermione shatters at McGonagall’s words.
“Every night?”
“For a week.” McGonagall repeats, matter-of-factly.
What you’ve just read is a sneak peek of a fanfic I’ve been working on.
AU in which:
☛The wizarding society follows the blood-purist theories of Charlson (On the origin of muggle-borns);
☛ Muggle-borns are taken away from their families at the first display of magical ability - they’re then entrusted to specific orphanages;
☛ Bellatrix Black is Professor for DADA;
☛ Hermione has been adopted by the Weasleys.
☞ Hogwarts is a higher education school for witches and wizards from 17 to 24, in which only very few muggle-borns are even admitted.
Do let me know if you want to hear more about Obtorto Collo.
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With ao3 being down today, I figured now was as good a time as any to get back on tumblr.
I’ve just recently started writing my first fanfic after many many years of being a reader on ao3. I will read almost any and every ship in Harry Potter (at least once), but I’m by far a die hard Cissamione shipper more than any other.
I would love to connect to more people in the fanfic community—both Cissamione and HP sapphic shippers alike! So feel free to reach out!
Also, if you’d be interested in checking out my current WIP, Honeyed Flowers, I’ll be linking it to my blog once ao3 is back up and running. ⚡️
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It's all about pain and pleasure chap 10 - Sneak Peek
A muffled cry echoed in the static air of the abandoned classroom, so sweet it blended with the melody of the music in the next room.
So weak and desperate the mere sound sent a shiver of twisted desire through the alpha's shaft.
When the girl had stormed out of that ridiculous party, scurrying through the corridors of Hogwarts like a prey waiting to be hunted, Bellatrix had given her no chance of escape. The woman had grabbed her little prey in quick strides, shoving her into the nearest door.
The action had made her feel wild.
She should have seized the stupid girl by the neck and thrown her into an empty room long before that night, making her cry and squeal in fear until her tiny whimpers turned into moans of submission.
Does she dare think she is not ours? Growled the voice. The words struck with burning fury, a declaration of obsession that roared like a crescendo.
Her heart raced, fuelled by the feral wave of conquest coursing through her veins. A rush of liquid adrenaline ignited her blood. Beneath the thunderous beat came a hiss, her inner alpha, emerging from the depths of her mind.
The chains that bound her to Bellatrix's will grew weaker and weaker.
A snarl escaped Bellatrix's lips with possessive ferocity: "Mine."
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See you soon!!
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